Rosy's diversion works, and Reid's eyebrows raise as he reads the card. It sure is something, imagining underclassmen falling for prefects because of... point removal? This seems like a case for continuing to not remove a lot of points if there's some freshman who's too into it. "What the fuck," he says simply, giving the note back.

"One of mine's from Lilika. Uh, the Azurcrest cheerleader. Is she the captain?" Reid scrapes the bottom of his memory, but he can't remember her last name. Ives? No. That's... fuck, which cheerleader has the last name Ives? Whatever. "She asked me to the dance."